Warmth in the wheat field

The sky was overcast, and the surrounding mountains were dappled with clouds; a downpour was sure to follow soon. I packed my books and went to the classroom to tell the students that school was over; I was the only teacher there today. After closing the doors and windows, I hurried home. My sister-in-law said we were harvesting wheat today. As soon as I reached the door, the rain started pattering down. My brother sat on a small stool under the eaves, catching the raindrops dripping from the roof tiles, grinning with a pout.
I said irritably, "Hasn't your sister-in-law come back yet?" My brother wiped the rainwater on his face and mumbled, "In the...in the field...harvesting wheat, harvesting wheat." I went inside, grabbed two straw hats, and ran to the fields on the hill behind the house. A large wheat field, surrounded by trees on three sides, had been cleared away, the wheat piled up haphazardly on the ground. As I approached, I saw my sister-in-law braving the heavy rain, hurriedly piling bundles of harvested wheat into a makeshift thatched shed by the field. I called out to her and handed her my straw hat. Then I picked up a bundle of wheat and added it to the shed myself. The rain intensified, and in no time, the drainage ditch by the field filled with a trickle of yellowish-brown water. My sister-in-law was still trying to harvest the wheat, but I grabbed her hand. Although she did farm work every day, her hands were still soft and smooth. She pulled her hand away, saying anxiously, "They'll rot if they get soaked in the rain."
To prevent her from getting wet again, I suddenly hugged her from behind and helped her sit down on the dry straw. When she saw other villagers harvesting wheat in the field not far away, her cheeks flushed red like ripe peaches, incredibly beautiful. I really wanted to rush over, hug her, and take a bite. My sister-in-law said shyly in a low voice, "Let go quickly, I'm your sister-in-law." I had no choice but to let go, awkwardly saying, "Sister-in-law, you sit down... I'll take care of the rest." The dry soil in the field was soaked by the sudden rain, and every step I took sank into the mud. I trudged back and forth, my sister-in-law smiling as she combed her long, wet, black hair.
After I finished harvesting the wheat, the rain continued to fall. I was completely soaked, my shoes caked with mud. With the wheat piled high in the straw shed, there wasn't much space left. I sat down next to my sister-in-law, leaning against the dry straw.
"Take off your clothes and wring them out before putting them on," my sister-in-law said with concern, seeing my shirt dripping wet.
I hesitated for a moment, then took off my shirt. My sister-in-law took it and wrung it out. Whenever I was alone with my sister-in-law, I couldn't help but glance at her. Her thin, soaked clothes clung to her fair skin. My sister-in-law rarely wore a bra, which perfectly outlined the shape of her full, firm breasts, making the two pink nipples even more visible, radiating endless charm. A warm smile remained on her face. I couldn't help but blurt out, "Sister-in-law, you're so beautiful." She threw the wrung-out clothes at me, scolding, "Don't you have anything to say?" "I'm telling the truth," I said, my words utterly devoid of any flattery. "What's the use of being beautiful?" she sighed, her expression sorrowful. "Like your brother… if it weren't for you, the family would be bullied everywhere." "Sister-in-law, it's all our family's fault," I said apologetically. "Oh dear," she gave a bitter smile, "Don't say that, it's all fate, I don't blame anyone." The clouds hung low, almost touching the earth. The rain had lessened considerably.
My sister-in-law stood up and said, "Let's go home." "It's still raining." I indulged my selfish desire to spend more time alone with her. She seemed to understand my thoughts and sat down again. I sneezed.
She reached out and touched my forehead, saying, "You might have caught a cold." I shook my head and said, "It's nothing." "You're 22 this year, right?" she asked, counting on her fingers. I nodded. "You remember Yang Xiaoyou from the Yang family in Changshan Village? She's the girl Mom used to say you always wanted her to be your wife when you were little. I heard she's not engaged yet. I'll go ask Aunt Xu to act as matchmaker for you tomorrow," she said with a smile. "I haven't seen her since I started junior high. If she were as beautiful and virtuous as you, I'd marry her." Actually, she understood that my feelings for her went beyond mere familial affection. But how could she and my brother-in-law do something unethical, even though I was adopted? I knew she had been trying to avoid me all along. "What did I do to you?" My sister-in-law pinched my arm lightly, angrily. "You always drag me into this." I stared intently at her, and she looked back at me with a sorrowful expression. The rain stopped. Silence fell. We could hear each other breathing. "Don't you recognize me?" she asked, feigning anger as she snapped out of her reverie. My gaze remained fixed. Although we lived in a poor, remote mountain village, the girls here were all quite attractive, many marrying into the city. But none of the girls here could compare to my sister-in-law's beauty. Her faint fragrance, her snow-white skin, her deep eyes, her red lips, her full, firm breasts, and her slender, graceful figure all exuded an irresistible allure. Such a beautiful woman—was she really destined to spend her life with my brother? My brother was not only mentally challenged but also impotent; marrying him was practically a life of widowhood for my sister-in-law. My sister-in-law is a physiologically normal woman. There's a saying that women are like wolves at thirty and tigers at forty, and she just turned thirty this year. I really can't imagine how she's managed these past six years. "Sister-in-law, can I hug you?" I said cautiously. Her face flushed like the sunset, alluring and beautiful.
She didn't speak. She slowly turned around and closed her eyes. I knew she was giving me her consent. I gently hugged her slender waist from behind, my chest pressed against her back, and I rested my head on her long hair. She trembled slightly. Because her clothes were soaked, I could feel her body temperature and the softness of her fair skin. These sensations stimulated my sensitive nerves. We remained like this for two minutes, and she didn't move an inch. My brother has never given her love, and I think she must also want a man to love and pamper her. If she's willing, I will unhesitatingly take on that love. I raised my head, my lips pressed against her porcelain neck, enjoying its warmth. My hands, too, moved slowly and restlessly upwards, caressing every inch of my sister-in-law's skin. She frowned, her body trembling even more violently. A guilty conscience told me I was blaspheming a deity I admired. My lips lingered on her neck, my hands moving faster. I cupped her high, firm breasts in my hands, gently cupping them. Instantly, a jolt of pleasure coursed through every cell of her body. Her cheeks flushed even more, her alluring lips parted slightly, and she breathed softly. "Sister-in-law, I love you," I whispered, my tongue brushing against her earlobe. My hands unbuttoned her top three buttons, my fingers tracing the smooth skin of her breasts, almost reaching the full, firm breasts I had longed for. "No, you can't do this," she suddenly pushed me away, running off in a low, breathless voice. I scrambled to my feet and hurriedly chased after him. Chapter Two: How did my savage colleague's sister-in-law come to our family? We live in a remote, impoverished mountainous area in western China. How many women would be willing to marry into this place? My brother was born mentally challenged. My parents found me when I was four years old, abandoned. My father died of illness shortly after, and my mother raised my brother and me with her hardworking, calloused hands. When my brother was 22, my mother said she had to find him a wife so that someone would take care of him after she died. She found a matchmaker and introduced several girls, but they all turned away as soon as they heard he was mentally challenged.
My mother thought it was impossible to find a wife for my brother, but then a man from out of town came to the village. He told my mother he could find a woman for my brother elsewhere, a beautiful one at that. Soon after, the man brought a beautiful woman—this was my sister-in-law. My mother was overjoyed and gave him all the family's savings, 4,000 yuan. At first, my sister-in-law always tried to escape, but without exception, she was always caught and brought back. My mother always treated her kindly, like her own daughter. Later, my mother passed away the year I graduated from university. Before she died, she tearfully begged my sister-in-law to stay. From then on, my sister-in-law never ran away again and settled down to take care of my brother's daily life. Around this time, I also returned to teach at the village primary school. Because of my own experience, I knew that the only way for children in the mountains to achieve success and leave the mountains was to go to university. Before returning, I had already been hired by a good company, but I came back for the sake of my brother and the children in my hometown's education. As I spent more time with my sister-in-law, I couldn't control my thoughts and developed inappropriate feelings for her.
To be frank, I am indeed a bit lecherous, but that's normal. You're a grown man, healthy, and unmarried; it would be strange if you weren't. My brother was still sitting at the door waiting for us to come back.
As soon as he saw my sister-in-law, he grinned and called out like a child, "Wife... I'm hungry... hungry." My sister-in-law, as usual, found me clean clothes, served me rice at dinner, and occasionally chatted with me about school. What I had done in the wheat field seemed like nothing had happened; I felt conflicted and helpless. On one hand, I felt guilty about my actions; on the other hand, I was even more infatuated with my sister-in-law.
[The End]

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